She smiled at him over her shoulder.
“I want you badly, too,” she whispered as he glided the palms of his hands up and over her ass to her waist then back down again.
“This ass is mine, sugar. Now ride Douglas’s cock so we can both make love to you together.”
Mikayla looked at Douglas as he held her hips, lifting her up so he could lower her onto his shaft.
“Hi,” she said, and he smiled then licked his lips.
“Hi,” he responded.
She lowered her pussy over his cock, taking him slowly inch by inch until Douglas pressed her down hard.
She jerked, and he gave her a look that told her she was in trouble for teasing him.
Mikayla chuckled.
“Ouch,” she yelled, never expecting the smack to her ass or the instant liquid heat that followed the area he spanked.
She pressed her ass back while she pushed downward, taking Douglas’s cock deep into her pussy. She could hardly take a breath, he was so big. Then she felt Pierre’s hand caress where he had spanked her.
“You ready, sugar, enough teasing?” He pressed more lube into her ass along with his finger. She moaned and stilled on top of Douglas.
“Move this ass, baby, I want to see you fuck my brother. It turns me on, just watching this ass and knowing that my big, long, hard dick is going to be fucking it any moment.”
“Oh!” Mikayla moaned as she tried to ride Douglas’s cock, but Pierre’s dirty talk was doing a number on her body and her mind. She couldn’t seem to focus until she felt the tip of his cock at her anus and his hands brace her shoulders.
He wasn’t going to go too slow. She just knew it and truth was, she wanted it hard and fast right now.
Pierre pressed slowly into her, his cock filling her as she pressed her breasts against Douglas’s chest.
He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her forehead.
“Nice and easy, sugar. We’ll fill you up and fuck you real good,” he teased then kissed her lower lip.
Pierre tightened his hands on her shoulder, pushing down and back as he pressed his cock fully into her. They all moaned and stilled a moment as her body adjusted to the two cocks inside of her. But it only lasted a moment as Pierre lifted her back up off of Douglas’s chest so he could make love to her.
Douglas and Pierre took turns pressing into her. She tried to keep up on top but it was no use. With every thrust from either man she would lose her breath. Then as she recovered, another cock was penetrating deeper. Then Pierre wrapped an arm around her waist and thrust his hips hard and fast, his cock sliding in and out. She could feel the burning sensation and the need for Douglas to move inside of her pussy.
“Douglas, move please,” she asked him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please!” She yelled at him, and he thrust up at the same time that Pierre thrust into her ass. She screamed, and they continued to thrust into her at the same time, and she exploded just as Pierre poured himself into her and Douglas followed suit.
“Oh fuck!” Pierre said then lowered his head to her back and began to scatter kisses and licks along her skin. He kept his arm wrapped around her, and Douglas had his hands gripping her thighs and caressing them.
“Incredible,” Douglas told her, and she leaned down to kiss him.
Pierre pulled slowly from her body, and Michael appeared with a washcloth. She lifted up from Douglas, and Michael began to wash her up then tuck her into bed.
She smiled at them as Pierre and Douglas lay next to her with their arms over their eyes.
“Did you hear from Antoine?” she asked, and Michael shook his head.
“I hope he’s okay.”
“You go to sleep. I’ll try calling him again.”
She watched Michael walk out of the room then closed her eyes to rest a bit.
Chapter 12
Mikayla woke up with Douglas in bed. Michael and Pierre were nowhere to be found. She could hear some noise coming from the bathroom and the low glow of light at the bottom of the door. Could Antoine be home finally?
She looked at the clock. It was after one in the morning. Slowly as not to disturb Douglas she got out of the bed. She grabbed Michael’s shirt from the chair and slid it over her head. Carefully she walked toward the door and knocked.
“Yeah?” Antoine’s voice responded, and he sounded angry.
“It’s Mikayla.” She turned the knob.
Her eyes needed a moment to adjust to the light, and as she caught sight of Antoine, her breath caught in her throat. He was holding on to the vanity with his head down. He was only wearing his pants. He looked so sad she covered her chest with her hand as she moved closer.
“Antoine, are you okay? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m fine, Mikayla, just go back to bed.”
His tone was harsh, and he sounded so distant and cold.
“What is it? Is everything okay?” she pushed as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
He abruptly turned around and grabbed her hand, pushing it away from him. She took a step back, shocked at his treatment of her.
“Antoine, what is it? What did I do?” she asked.
He ran his hand over his face. She could see the dusting of whiskers on his cheeks, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked exhausted. Something was wrong.
“Antoine, please, what is it? Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“Mikayla, I can’t do this right now. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t want to talk about it.”
“I hate to see you like this, Antoine. You’re so strong and confident all the time. What happened tonight to do this to you?”
He stared at her and gave a small laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair. If he kept doing that, he would start losing his hair in no time.
“I’m not perfect.”
“I didn’t say perfect. I said confident.”
He stared at her and looked her over from head to toe.
“I lost a patient today,” he said then lowered his eyes.
Mikayla walked to him and hugged him. He hesitated before he wrapped his arms around her.
“Oh God, Antoine. I’m so sorry. It must be so difficult.”
He pulled back and stared at her.
“It was terrible. I did his surgery two weeks ago and everything looked great. Yesterday we saw some shadows on his kidneys and ran a bunch of tests. The cancer came back. It spread. He begged me to try and get rid of it. I explained that his chances of survival were only thirty percent, but he wanted this. His wife, their children,” he said then swallowed the emotion showing in his eyes. She felt terrible.
“It’s not your fault, Antoine. These things do happen.”
“I promised him that I would try. I really thought that everything was fine two weeks ago. He was doing chemo and the blood levels looked good. It changed over a matter of days.”
“The surgery was very long. You were in there all day?” she asked.
He nodded his head.
He squeezed her to him as he spoke. “We went in and saw the tumors. I started removing, cutting, getting rid of what I could see, and as we moved things around there were more spots. It was never ending. Then his blood pressure dropped, his heart rate increased, and it went downhill from there. He died on the operating table.”
She squeezed him tighter to her.
“I’m so sorry, Antoine. I wouldn’t even begin to tell you that I understand. I mean your job is intense and you deal with life and death continuously. What I think you should focus on is how hard you tried to save this man’s life, but sometimes there’s a higher power in charge. Sometimes things are out of our control. There is no explanation, no means of understanding or comprehending why things happen, but they do. You could only do the best you could. You’re amazing, and I’m sure there have been plenty of patients that you saved because you conducted a risky surgery or did the best you could to help them. Don’t forget about that.”
He c
upped her cheek with his hands. The tears remained in his eyes.
“You’re something else, Mikayla. I’m used to dealing with things on my own.”
“Join the club,” she replied then chuckled.
He leaned down and kissed her. It started off slow, his lips caressing hers and lingering over her mouth as he licked the seam of her lips and pressed his tongue inside. Then his hands roamed under her shirt to her ass, and he caressed her cheeks.
“I need to take a shower. Will you join me? I know it’s late.”
“Of course,” she replied, and he stepped back and lifted her shirt up over her head.
Antoine reached out and caressed her nipples with the tips of his thumbs as he cupped them. She reached between them and undid the button and fly to his pants. He stepped out of them then lowered his head to taste her nipple. She held his head to her and caressed his hair. He needed her. She knew that, and she wanted to be there for him. Learning how to lean on one another was just as difficult for Antoine as it was for her,
Antoine took her hand and led her toward the shower.
* * * *
Antoine was exhausted, and he was filled with anger and sadness. When Mikayla walked in, he hadn’t expected that, and it was difficult to talk to her, to anyone about his emotions. As a doctor he was supposed to be strong. He was used to dealing with shit on his own. Most of the time he didn’t even talk to his brothers about this stuff. He just dealt with it. But having Mikayla here was special.
He adjusted the heat of the water then stepped into the walk-in shower. It was large enough for at least five people, and they had splurged on it years ago. They were big men and they enjoyed a nice hot shower.
The water came at them from eight different directions, encasing them in a massage of water.
Mikayla lifted her hair up, her breasts pushed forward, and her flat, tight abs looked sensational. He licked his lips then let the water spray over his body.
As he lowered his head, Mikayla touched him with soapy hands and began to massage his shoulders, his back, and then his ass. She made her way down the back of him then turned him as she made her way up the front.
His cock was so hard right now. All he wanted to do was make love to her.
“I need you, Mikayla. I need to make love to you.”
“I need you, too, Antoine.” She reached up to caress his cheek.
He leaned down and lifted her up so she could straddle his waist. He gently placed her against the tile wall and kissed her as the water caressed over them and all around them. He was lost in the kiss, enjoying the intimacy they were sharing together. His body began to relax, and his anger was diminishing because of her.
He released her lips to kiss along her neck, her clavicle, then to her shoulder.
“Hold on, sugar,” he whispered then reached down with one hand to guide his cock into her pussy.
He pressed into her slowly, feeling her vaginal muscles cling to his cock and hold him tight. Once he was seated inside of her, he let out a long, much-needed breath and laid his head on her shoulder. He kissed her neck, her skin as she caressed his lower back with her delicate fingers.
“That feels good. I love how you feel in my arms while my cock is deep in your pussy.” He pulled out then thrust back into her. She grunted then lightly bit his shoulder as she adjusted her hips to accommodate his thrust better.
Again he pulled out then thrust hard into her. She caressed him and pressed her pelvis against him, giving him signs to move within her.
He was in heaven right now. Nothing else mattered but being with Mikayla and inside of her. He pulled out and then pressed back into her but this time continued a rhythm that had Mikayla pushing back against him wanting him to move faster. But he wanted to make love to her, to claim her body with every stroke, and to somehow brand her as his just as he was certain his brothers had today.
As a matter of fact there were numerous messages for him to call them, but he never had the chance. Until he got home he remembered them and everyone was in bed resting and he didn’t want to speak to anyone. He stopped thinking about that and focused on Mikayla. She was all that mattered.
Antoine reached underneath her to cup her ass and spread her cheeks so he could penetrate deeper. In and out he thrust hard and fast then pressed a finger to her anus.
“Antoine!” she screamed then shook against him as she climaxed. He followed soon after. Two mores strokes and he poured his seed into her then remained against her as the water continued to shower them.
* * * *
Mikayla was trying to figure out what outfit to wear to work today. She had to give her sister Ellena kudos for choosing some of her best outfits for work. Mikayla would have to call her to thank her and to also warn her about Leon and his brothers. It was the right thing to do.
She stood in only her beige lace bra and panties when Antoine stormed into the bedroom.
“Damn it, Mikayla. I had no fucking idea last night what happened yesterday!” he exclaimed as he pulled her into his arms. He was crushing her as one hand clung against her lower back and the other covered her bottom as he crushed her tighter against him.
“It’s okay, Antoine. It was a crazy day for everyone,” she replied, caressing his hair, trying to calm him, and he pulled back to look at her. He cupped her cheek and looked down into her eyes.
“You’re not going to work today. I won’t take a chance of something happening to you.”
Mikayla rolled her eyes.
“Please, Antoine. I’ve been over this with Michael, Pierre, and Douglas.”
“Yes she has,” Michael stated as he and his brothers entered the bedroom.
She looked at them then back at Antoine as she turned her face a little to kiss the palm of his hand.
“I’ll be fine, and Douglas is going to pick me up for lunch today, right?” she stated and Douglas smiled.
“Maybe she should stay here if she’ll wear that all day,” Michael said then licked his lips as he walked closer. He took her hand and pulled her into his arms. Immediately his hand was covering her ass cheek.
“I love thong underwear,” Douglas added as he strolled over and ran his fingertips down her spine to the thin material that kept the thong panties in place.
“You look sexy, sugar,” he added.
“Doesn’t she,” Michael replied then kissed her.
She swatted at his shoulder then pushed away from the two of them.
“I need to get ready for work so skedaddle!” she reprimanded then turned to pick up the flared floral skirt and purple matching tank top. Her sister even threw in a light quarter-sleeve, matching purple sweater. As she bent over to grab the items, Pierre gave her a slap to her ass then quickly pulled her back against him.
“Watch your tone, sweetness,” he stated firmly, and she felt the chills run up and down her spine. Pierre was such a demanding and controlling man. He had to be boss all the time.
He caressed his hands over her panties and mound.
“So silky and sexy. I’m going to undress you nice and slowly when you get home from work. Then I’m going to fuck this pussy hard and fast, sugar. What do you think about that?”
Her head was rolled back against his shoulder, and her legs felt wobbly. She’d lost him at undressing her nice and slowly, and was that fluid that just leaked into her panties?
“Pierre, please, I need to get ready for work,” she begged.
He rubbed along her panties and chuckled low against her ear. “I love how you get so fucking wet just from the sound of my voice. We’re gonna have some fun later, Mikayla.” He ran a hand along her belly then her breasts before he turned her around and kissed her.
They finally left the room so she could get dressed.
* * * *
“So when are you going to make your move?” Bennitto Flores asked Enrique.
“It may be by today. A lot has happened, Bennitto, since we last spoke.”
“Well, tell me so I am aware of how my fort
y thousand is being spent.”
“Well, my cousin Bryant was with me yesterday. He recognized the one brother, Douglas, as a guy he tried to use for importing illegal merchandise into the country.”
“What? You mean one of these guys is not on the straight and narrow like the millionaire, the CIA agent, or the surgeon?”
“No. He is on the up and up. Apparently the millionaire and the CIA agent stopped things before Bryant made a deal with this guy Douglas. Anyway, there’s this other guy, Vincent Lukon. He’s got a thing for wanting to piss off the millionaire. He went after Mikayla Aubert.”
“Did he hurt her?” Bennitto asked, feeling both annoyed and concerned.
“No. She fought him off, but the men are pissed. Then on top of that, someone broke into her office and left some things.”
“Lukon?”
“Maybe, but it seems the authorities didn’t think so. For starters, the CIA agent showed up with his guys and the local police, and no one even went after Lukon to question him. Maybe they think someone else is going after Mikayla Aubert.”
“Fuck! I want her. She’s the only sister we can gain access to. Take her as soon as you get a chance. Don’t worry about the asshole who’s trying to get her unless he gets in your way.”
“I think I’ll have an opportunity during the day. Once the evening hits, she’s surrounded by the men and the millionaire’s bodyguard.”
“I will leave this up to you. Be certain to not get caught. I want to make them all pay for what they have done. I want them to suffer, and they will suffer knowing that I have Mikayla and that I can do whatever I want to her.”
“I’ll be in touch,” Enrique told him then hung up the phone.
* * * *
Michael was working on his current case as well as trying to figure out who was responsible for breaking into Mikayla’s office. His gut clenched with worry for her. He glanced at his watch. It was after twelve and Douglas should be meeting her for lunch now. His cell phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID, hoping that it was Mikayla. It was Franco Boudoux.
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